The Stonekeepers is a contemporary, inspirational, work of fiction written for Young Adults and New Adults
“Mystery, suspense, typical teen angst, romance and world travel, The Stonekeepers has it all.” An excerpt from a 5-star review
Front and back cover of The Stonekeepers
Lexi – Alexia Evengeline Christensen.
Protagonist/heroine/main character—whatever—she’s my hero!
After all, we went through a lot together.
Sally Chambers, author of The Stonekeepers,
Why is Lexi’s middle name spelled with an ‘e’ Evengeline?
Shouldn’t it be spelled Evangeline . . . with an a?
Lexi’s parents made a very deliberate choice when giving Lexi her middle name, Even-geline.
Lexi never thought much about the strange spelling of her middle name growing up. This summer she’ll learn it has an interesting significance.
Some really odd happenings take place in Lexi’s life as she gets ready for her first year of college.
Born eighteen years ago in Nantucket, Massachusetts, leaving for MIT is only a few months away.
And so is the scheduled demolition of an old Nantucket estate mansion Lexi has always felt a strange attachment to.
“Northbrick. A vivid image of the aging mansion . . . Massive, elegant with tall pillars and mottled cinnamon brick—and abandoned. Every time she passed the place, she was drawn to it like a metal filing to a magnet. She had no idea why.”
Lexi is not about to let the place get claimed by a wrecking ball!
But right now, what’s more important is that her bedroom is a total wreck with all her college preparations, and one of those things she has to do includes boxing up her childhood for a trip to the attic . . . a childhood’s worth of memories that fill her cedar chest to bursting.
And literally, the moment she gets to the bottom of that cedar chest, she uncovers a mystery that twists her life into chaos and thrusts her, her family and friends into a path of danger.
Lexi will need the answer to the prayer she says as she realizes she’s inextricably involved in something that could change her life.
Dear God, hold me together. Help me to make sense of this.
And as she prays the prayer, she isn’t exactly in the prayer pose I’ve shared with you here. She’s in her bedroom, sitting on the floor beside her old cedar chest, with goose bumps rippling down her arms and her hand trembling as she holds a fragile piece of paper.
. . . and I’ll be adding more on this page soon!